"How did he do that!?" Fendros exclaimed with a hand at his forehead.

Janius didn't have an answer, he didn't have any words at all. He began to bite on a joint on his forefinger nervously. This monk, Ra'kalesh, there didn't seem to be a clear counter to him. Every approach Kaleeth had was failing. Still, Janius knew that Kaleeth wasn't going to lose by a grappled submission, not with her strength advantage. That would mean that Ra'kalesh would keep beating her until she gave up. Given how furiously she fought, that might take too long. Janius kept watching, but was wary of Kaleeth's limits. If it seemed she was getting nowhere but more pain, he would call out to suggest that she yield. Too much pain and anger would make it difficult to hold back her beast form. The best Janius could hope for was for Kaleeth to come up with a more creative approach than he could ever think of.

Though a day or two later than he intended to leave it, Gallus finished his bland lunch and went to look for Ahnasha. He tried the top deck at first and was surprised to not find her with Fendros, but that meant she was probably watching the children. Gallus proceeded below deck and gave an amused look at the youths sprawled about in various effects. The smell and the idle empty bottle was clue enough to their activity. Tzirret was snoring loudly through his nose and had a leg hanging out of his hammock, Ciinriel had given up on the hammock and was sleeping on the floor below it, and Peiter and Sabine were far from sleeping by the looks.

After just being in the sun, Gallus couldn't see much deeper into the dark room. "Ahnasha, are you here?" He asked. If she wasn't around, he would look around further until he found her.

Sabine had her eyes closed and was blissfully enjoying Peiter's kiss and embrace when she heard Gallus' voice. Her eyes shot open and she tapped Peiter to bring his attention to it. The embarrassment only turned into more drunken laughter, however.